Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Thrifty Fun Time

Dear World,
I apologize yet again for being a less than punctual blogger. I hereby pledge to post once per day. the end.
Now back to your regular scheduled programming.

THRIFTY FUN TIME, hosted by your very own Kate!
Pictured below, gallavanting at Goodwill with a stylish buddy.

There are moments where I wish that I projected a more...sopohisticated image; but as much as I wish this, I know that I will never and can never be a "cool kid". I laugh too much. I cry too much. I crack too many jokes and I am most definitely too loud. Then after a few moments I come to my senses and remember that I'd much rather be laughed at and make people laugh than be respected. After all, what fun is there in respect? Thanks but no thanks, I'll stick with my embarrassing outbursts and random noises and awkward moments. However, that doesn't mean I wish to forgo seriousness altogether. Quite frankly and in my humble opinion, humble here taken to mean "not at all humble and in all actuality bragging", I have just as much capacity for artistic depth and expression as any cool kid. Perhaps one of these days I will do some soul searching and decide what I actually mean by cool kid. Hold on a minute, has there been any purpose to this little piece of literature? Not really, but how I do love a good unstructured (and unrelated) rant.

Until the morrow, parting is such sweet sorrow!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Ay Caramba!

I have once again returned to the blogosphere and risen from my sedentary summer coma.
A triumph over the lack of motivation and inspiration which has been so plaguing me from the start of summer, penetrating every fiber of my being with ennui, coursing through my veins, stagnating with the sloth of a thousand complacent hippos.
Well, no more I say!
Begone, demons of listless lethargy!
Pictured above, a two week old outfit in which you will find me channeling my inner tropical Caribbean something or other. And partying with a turban. Ah, turbans, so delightful, and what an all purposeful solution to the ever-present bad-hair day, scourge of humanity it is!

Outfit Details:
scarf (China); light blue T (F21); chartreuse linen shorts (BCBG/Marshall's-poor people stores are fun! Okay, this sounds really bad outside of my head...); marching band shoes
*yes, I learned this word from that scene in the Charlotte's Web book.

Coming soon...
gaze upon the glorious new additions to my wardrobe, including thrifty fun time and a shirt my parents don't approve of!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


Dear World (especially a certain someone who I shall refer to as Beverly),
May I offer my most profuse apologies for a lack in postings as of late.

summer break + internet troubles + lack of motivation = poor posting

Regular posting shall resume shortly.

Forever Yours in Clashing and Polka Dots,

Sunday, June 6, 2010

In a Sea of City Slickers

Country Bumpkinnavy dress(Lipstick/snagged from the mom); sandals(aerosoles)eversible hat (gift/from China); large plaid shirt (yard sale);

Well gawrsh, howdy there folks! I dub this outfit "country farmer trying to look sophisticated for a trip to the big city". Or as Ingrid saw it, more of a "chinese rice farmer peasant going into the city".

City Slicker
navy dress(Lipstick/snagged from the mom); white peeptoe wedges (BCBG)

This outfit was put together to project a slightly more sophisticated image*, with minimal/nonexistent accessorizing, in order to look presentable for the school newspaper banquet.
Sometimes I have a strange urge to look conventionally presentable. Now I am slightly regretting my decision to cut down on strange head accessories and confusing tights for the evening.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

What Would Paul Do?

Lookin' snazzy there, Paul!
Modeling Beatle-tastic creation with hair courtesy of not brushing it at all. Pay no attention to the stoic glare and yet again, awkward feet.

Pictured above: two years worth of birthday present procrastination for Ingrid, who is mildly(severe understatement) obsessed with The Beatles, and most of all Paul McCartney. Custom shirt by Kate (that's me!)
What's this, you say? You want to know how I created such a masterpiece?
It's quite simple, really. All it takes is:
-a vision, a decent amount of artistic skill (optional) a paintbrush, water, and some good ol' waterproof India ink.
-Buy blank t-shirts from F21! Great value! So cheap! ( imagine me saying this in an Asian accent*)
*hey, when you're that race (or at least part) it's not racist, right?

Readers, what WOULD Paul do?